The Werewolf Queen

Chapter 10

I stare at yet another wall of the vault in an attempt to get the books to try and say something to me. I'll take anything at this point, even that I'm a crazy person for trying to get books to talk to me. I knew it would be hard but come on, I've been locked in this vault for six hours.

My phone buzzes again and I glare at it in annoyance. That's probably the thousandth time it's gone off. I look down at it for the first time since walking in here and sigh.

Come out here.

That's all it says. It's from Tristan but still. A little more would be nice.

I get up from my seat and mark my page in the book I was combing through. "It better be freaking Armageddon out there." I mumble on my way out.

I open the door and shut my eyes against the harsh sunlight. Being locked in the vault has my eyes adjusted to darkness.

Tristan's standing there holding a vial in his hands. "Here."

I take it and stare at the pale blue liquid inside. "What is it?"

He furrows his brow for a moment. "I...I don't know. I just know I was supposed to give it to you. I don't know why.

"Tristan look at me. When was the last time you didn't know why you were supposed to do something?"

He blinks a couple times. "I'm not sure."

I wait a few moments for him to try and remember. "Come on Tristan, you have to tell me or we have a huge problem on our hands."

"I-I honestly don't know."

I hit my hand on the wall. There's only one explanation for this. "Damn it. There's an older vampire here, working against us."

I look down at the vial in my hand. A pale blue liquid can be a lot of things. It can be holy water, an elixir, hell it could be Gatorade for all I know. But something about this feels wrong. It feels...intentional. Like there was someone trying to do something to the summit.

"Tristan, go home and think hard about everything that happened today. Write it all down. If it doesn't feel right, go to Aleister and get a potion to help you remember." I tell him.

He nods and runs off. I stare at the elixir again.

"Okay, time to find out what you are."

I take a picture of it in the sunlight and head back into the vault. I scan the shelves for all of the books on elixirs and potions. There has to be something about this one. As I'm reading, I can feel my head start to get fuzzy. I turn and look at the elixir to see that some of it has evaporated through the cork and into the air.

"Oh crap, I do not have time to deal with this right now." I mumble.

I grab my books and head outside to read under a tree. As soon as I get outside, I start to feel loads better. Flipping through the pages takes more time than I thought though, and soon I find myself postponing this afternoon's summit meeting for a few hours.

"Oh. My. God."

There it is. The elixir. The stupid light blue liquid in the same sort of freaking vial. I quickly read the page.

Forget-Me-Not

Contrary to the elixir's name, it is a potion made to make people forget things. The potion itself is harmless, even when ingested. Depending on the desire of it's creator, it will react with a certain kind of air to cause a fuzzy or hazy feeling in its victim's mind. If the elixir entirely evaporates into the air, the victim will entirely forget everything the creator wanted them to, without even realizing it.